Keepin It Real

One thing that annoys me more then a dog sniffing at my ass is a dog with an Asian fetish. Men can be such disgusting creatures. Seriously? Should I serve you tea in bed too? Accessorize only with chopsticks? Learn never to lift my gaze past your chin and be more than obedient? I'm sick of the way men think they can talk to me, as if I were an object. I was made in China, but I'm not cheap.

It's more then insulting when men expect ethic women to act a certain way. They classify you long before the first encounter and by then you've lost the ability to dispel the mythology. What stings more than the stereotype container they try to fit you in is the fact that you might have even wanted to like them. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice and you can go fuck yourself because this "freaky little subservient" Asian won't be.

Do I smell a boycott? Yes sir, it's true. I'm done with not only relationships but dating too. Oh god, I think I'm nauseous now.

My Dear:

Chalking up all the times we lost ourselves in youth, so divine. The reckless hours that get devoured by a conscious gone sour. I can breath you in my hair. Each turn of my features, angled in disguise. You are mine. Together, so fine. my sweet lullaby, curled around your succulent thighs. I sigh, just to inhale in your feminine essence, a convalescence to your hungry cries. It's the way I've been transfixed by the witch that speaks with your honey lips. Cloaked in your gaze, to make this mortal woman but a slave. On raw crimson knees, I plead. Please, my eyes read.

Caged were creature

I'm a crazy girl. In my skull it's a chaotic mess of fantasy and apprehension. Is it so bad that I've rewired the pleasure center of my brain to only be satisfied by the things I know I shouldn't have? Le sigh... What's a girl like me to do? They tell me no. Tell me to come out now. Tell me to act proper when there is no fun in that. There's no security outside my cozy little hole. I dug a ditch for one, dammit.

Sometimes I get angry at the whole world and feel like only a fist fight could fix it. Come on! With all your fancy speech and fake smile, I'll bust you in the mouth. That sick slimy grin of a sycophant. It makes me want to spit. I'm not inherently this way, just some nights I get this energy I carried home from the day. Can't shake it or break it, clings to me like used fly paper on the train of the most charming gown.

I have it in me to be an atrocious mademoiselle. Don't think for a second these chains could contain. I'm a reforming tyrant, and the last thing I need is for someone to tempt me. But for the greater good, I lock away the beast in me until it's safe to be around people again. Somedays it's too much for me to speak to them, to hear them, to look upon the ugly faces they wear. Mankind is one ugly collection of creatures. I've seen them in their truest form and it causes bile to rise up my throat, gurgling my words. I have no words for them. I will retreat to the comforts of my own mind and forget as best I can the selfishly sinful ways we treat each other.

I am not part of this, I'm an outsider looking in. I refuse to be part of your world.